May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.
When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.
Oh, the cleverness of me!
Thus sharply did the terrified three learn the difference between an island of make-believe and the same island come true.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men.